The Tunnel

Two Weeks Left. Date 1: Security Guard. That’s right, Security Guard again. He had apologized for being so over the top a couple of months ago (this was the guy that was calling me every night), and then couple of weeks ago asked me out again. I was pretty surprised, but figured, why not. I had fun, and enjoyed talking to him, so I’ll go out with him again. But I’m a bit gun-shy after last time!

Two Weeks Left. Dates 2-13: Speed Dating. Wow! This is a quick way to meet lots of people. You grab a glass of wine, get a nametag and a note sheet, and then start talking. Six minutes per person, with about a minute or two in between conversations to note the person's name and your impression. The note sheets are critical - I find even now as I look over my notes, I can't remember who's who. Unfortunately, unlike online dating, you can't choose who you get to meet. Which explains why I only was intersted in one out of the 11 guys. But for some crazy reason, I added two back to my "let's talk again" list because I knew they liked me.

Which is a complete mistake - one of them (the auto glass salesman) was actually singing about bells as he walked away. But most of the guys were alright - some were a little tense - like the guy who carried around a list of questions and rapid-fired them at me one after another.

So it turns out that 4 out of 11 guys are interested. After some conversations with friends, I've decided to email them and ask if they voted for George Bush. If they didn't, I'll go out on a date. If they did vote for him, or they didn't vote, they're OUT.

Home Stretch

Three Weeks Left. Date 1: Let’s see, how to describe Date 1. He’s somewhat of an enigma. Frat boy, vegan since 1992, entrepreneur, likes to fly planes, is from a small town, and likes to hike and river raft. He lives in the suburbs, and is leaning towards moving farther away from town. His proposed business (something to do with small planes and commuting in the pacific NW) is interesting. He’s nice enough, but my gut check says no way.

Three Weeks Left. Date 2: Dinner. I'm running out of names (or maybe nothing about this guy stood out?). He really liked talking about himself.

Three Weeks Left. Date 3: Outdoor Man. The way to my heart is NOT to lecture me on things I already know. Outdoor man has just launched into a monologue on ecology 101, and I’m annoyed. Our drinks haven’t come yet, and as he moves on to a lecture on mushrooms 101 (slightly more interesting, since I don’t know much about mushrooms), I’m wishing I had ordered two.

After a brief diatribe about grazing on BLM lands, he turns to me and tells me about his weekend. He was at a tantric workshop. He said it was great. I change the subject.

Later on, Matt wants to know why I didn’t ask him what single people do at tantric sex workshops. Maybe Matt should attend my dates just to make sure I ask the right questions.